Max Williams

1 month ago | squaremile.com | Max Williams

“Acting is standing up naked and turning around very, very slowly,” says Emmett J Scanlan. “It’s an incredibly exposing and vulnerable art. You’re putting yourself out there. You’re putting yourself on this pedestal to be poked, prodded, praised and ridiculed. And I find it an incredibly vulnerable place to be.” And yet he loves it. He loves every single aspect of his craft.

2 months ago | squaremile.com | Max Williams

“Stop getting Bond wrong!” Amazon’s recently announced takeover of the James Bond franchise seems likely to provoke fans into doing their best Alan Partridge impression. Concerns are certainly valid. Previous custodians Barbara Broccoli and Michael G Wilson lived and breathed the series; Jeff Bezos sourced suggestions for the next Bond on social media. With his bald head, extreme wealth and vaguely megalomaniacal vibe, Bezos has often been compared to a Bond villain in the past.

2 months ago | squaremile.com | Max Williams

Boxing is not something most people would immediately associate with Monte Carlo. Yachts, yes, supercars, sure, casinos – of course! The sport that dominates the French Riviera’s most glamorous destination has four wheels and goes vroom. Yet boxing in Monte Carlo has a long and surprisingly storied history. Many past greats have fought here, dating back more than a century when Georges Carpentier defeated Jim Sullivan for the European middleweight title in 1912.

2 months ago | squaremile.com | Max Williams

Amsterdam is a very cool place: you know this, I know this. People who’ve never visited Amsterdam know this. Amsterdam’s coolness is arguably its defining characteristic, give or take all the canals. (And canals are cool anyway.) When spending a weekend in Amsterdam, you don’t want some soulless chain or godforsaken dive: you want a hotel as creatively vibrant as the city itself. Allow us to gently point you in the direction of art’otel Amsterdam.

Jan 21, 2025 | squaremile.com | Max Williams

The only surprising thing about Formula 1's arrival in Las Vegas is it didn't happen sooner. Sport and city are spiritual kin, dealing in money, melodrama, risk, champagne, sex appeal, more money, glamour and, in the case of Vegas, dealers. (Obviously I mean cards.) It's the equivalent of Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton: two flawed icons, volatile as they are charismatic, whose union can only be box office. Sport's glitziest circus has taken residence in the world's most extravagant big top.